Lobstrosity

She was the sophisticated one meandering around with nothing on no cares in the world until I came down. The chase for tail was endless miles and miles it seemed hours spent sucking wind a glimpse was all I saw. she looked good dressed red hard as a rock and a body to die for her tail was sharp as the obsidian knife and quick as a rich babe. She saw it is poetry coming after all she had to put on a act and address her surrounding in time for the show. She tried and of course failed no one can resist my touch the way I push at all the hard spots and drain the soft ones away where was I............... How many traps did you lay out tonight....